For the longest time
I was not your ally
Because of a lie of anotha brotha
You are you brother’s keeper,
But, not his keeper of debts and wrongdoing
I apologize for painting you with
Broad paint brushes
Rather taking the time to sketch your mind
And heart
Rather than lean in closer
I closed my heart
How can I not love you?
That is like saying I don’t love me.
Projecting my pain and turning into
Great disdain
Rather than showing you another way
You saw the remnant of an angry black woman
Belittled, emotionally
Beaten, mentally
You saw me before the balm of healing
On my heart
On my eyes
Now, I see you
I really see you
Where normally would ask for an apology
For the symptomology you express
Due to life’s indiscretions
A.K.A Hard Knock Life Lesson
Now this is not to excuse behavior
But, I now understand that these are
Just some of the symptoms to the deck of cards life has dealt you
You can’t
Jog
Walk
Breathe
Or even have some damn Skittles!!
BMW currently stands for
Black
Man
Worn down
They want you down
We want you up
So you can remain a
Black Man
Winning
The only arrest we want to see is someone to rapture and care for your hearts
Love you into healing
So, not only does Black Lives Matter
But
Black
Love
Matters
How can I continue to breathe?
Without saying,
Dear Black Brotha,
I LOVE you.
